by a 15-yr-old ger

was searching for sth and found this instead.. copied a part that i think is relevant and pasted it here to share.. this is by a 15-yr-old ger..

[I believe in something but I can't really believe anything for sure. My ideas are just like one big mass of colors trapped in a sphere. As the sphere turns new images and the old ones fall away. Since everything is turning, nothing is stable and I can't count on anything being true tomorrow. Everything is changing. It always had although today I it feels like it's changing more rapidly than before, like the tension rising before a storm. I only wish it didn't have to change all of my believes because when the storm hits I'd like to have something to hold on to.

As I learn it's like peeling away layers of an onion. It's like when you first learn in school that your body isn't just one big thing; it's made up of organs. Then you learn that the organs are made up of cells, which in turn are made up of smaller particles and so on. You go deeper and deeper never to find the exact root of the issue. You never know if you know the center truth or if it's just another layer.

Change. I guess that's what life is. It's change. Like how things die and new things take their place. I always was fascinated by that and how human's evolved from tiny one celled creatures struggling for life in a hostile land. Maybe now, it's my time to change, and grow. Maybe, what I have to do, is find someway to enjoy the change, so its like I'm drifting down the river, instead of drowning.]

somehow, i think i feel the same way she does.. that's y i read the entire story b4 deciding to extract a part out and put in in my blog.. it's those qns we often ask ourselves and wonder out loud..